Today sucked. Tomorrow’s probably going to suck too. No, really.
The last load of laundry is in the wash for tonight. Adam had rehearsal all frickin’ night, so he’s not home yet. Work was fine, not a big deal at all. I came home, had a couple of oranges, cleaned up the living room a bit, did laundry, started Lost, watched the news, PT…
Yeah, I can’t fall asleep without Adam here. I’m a little pathetic, I know.
I’m up at 0500 tomorrow, running, then coming home and doing the same.
Yeah, tomorrow’s gonna suck too.
Way to moto, right?